Life And Art Poem by Emma Lazarus

Life And Art

Rating: 2.8

Not while the fever of the blood is strong,
The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less
With passion than with tears, the Muse shall bless
The poet-sould to help and soothe with song.
Not then she bids his trembling lips express
The aching gladness, the voluptuous pain.
Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain
One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness.
But when the dream is done, the pulses fail,
The day's illusion, with the day's sun set,
He, lonely in the twilight, sees the pale
Divine Consoler, featured like Regret,
Enter and clasp his hand and kiss his brow.
Then his lips ope to sing--as mine do now.

Ramesh T A 22 July 2016

The lasting value of poetry or art lies not in the immediate satisfaction of feelings but in the long use based on harmony with life! The expression of such things in art deserves all praise indeed!

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Abson jones 01 December 2017

This sure was something

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Poetic Breath 22 July 2016

One of my favorite poets. I love her poems

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Ratnakar Mandlik 22 July 2016

The relationship of life and art in a poet's life has been marvelously reflected in this superb poem. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 22 July 2016

Artistic exposure of life. Nice.

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 July 2016

Day's illusions of life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus

New York City / United States
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